Wednesday, July 24, 2013

The Church People

I was born in diverse-religious (big) family of Catholic, Protestant, and Islam. I feel lucky that I was given this opportunity to embrace this difference. Feel so much warmth, kindness, and everything is so positive especially when we gather to celebrate the big days every year like Idul Fitri and Christmas. I went to catholic school but when I was home, I played with friends who are moslems. Some of them was like my own brothers and sisters. I felt like I was one of them - I learnt their tradition which is indeed the tradition of majority in this huge country. Nevertheless, I still believed that we are very "RICH" and the most important thing is that we are caring and respecting each other. 15 years ago, on my way to karate training at the church's parking lot near my house, I had an accident. I was chasing this public transportation and fell off when I was trying to land my foot on to the entrance step. My knee hit the asphalt road and I think I was dragged (I didn't know how) for several feets before the car finally managed to stop. I screamed in pain, bled quite badly, and the driver was so panic. He got off the car and helped brought me in to the car. The rest of passengers were already off the car when I was in. I didn't know where the driver was going to take me. Definitely he didn't take me home - I sensed that he felt guilty for this and was afraid facing my parents. I felt so bad since this happened because of my own stubbornness to chase the moving vehicle. Apparently, I was taken to his house. My presence drew attention of his neighbors. As I laid in the living room, they curiously watched me through the door and windows. The driver's wife started to take care of my wounds and rub the bump on my knee which looked bigger. Someone finally asked me a question: Where did you heading just now? To the church, I replied. And I hear another lady said to the driver, to calm him down: "I think it's okay. He is a church people. Church people are nice". I said to myself, well, I go to church to join karate training - to learn how to kick people's ass. Nice? Anyway, I thought, we are actually doing okay so far. That was their immediate impression of "the church people": Nice. There was no bad judgement nor any sign of refusal from them. And I also thought they were very nice too. I felt the same thing like when I was among families and friends (who hold different faith) - warmth. This difference, I believed, can't stop us becoming one big happy family. Well, I was wrong.. (to be continued)

Thursday, April 5, 2012

?? - !!

Dear Yosua,


One general thing I have to say about your comments and the future ones: we are all professionals working for the same project and the usage of multiple exclamation points and question marks is not appropriate for a official file sharing. I am sure that this will be strictly avoided in future.


Thank You



Hi xxx,

Thank you for your clarification.

I apologize if my comments on the shop drawing had given a negative perception to your side. Giving an offensive respond or being unprofessional was never really my intention. The actual purpose of my “intense” comments was to give a firm reminder of an issue that is seemed forgotten or over-looked as it’s shown repeatedly in the drawings and photograph. However, I understand your concern completely and I will avoid that in the future.

Best regards,


oops.. I'm being unprofessional!!

Thursday, March 15, 2012

The Default Rule/s

you can hate someone because of the way he/she looks at you or speaks to you, you can hate someone because he/she eats pizza with fork and knife, you can hate someone because of his/her pervert jokes, you can hate someone because of his/her hair style, you can hate someone because he/she speaks bullshits all the time, you can even hate someone because he/she likes you. you can have zillion of reasons to hate someone..nevertheless, you must have zero reason to love..that everyday-effort..

Thursday, March 1, 2012

The Morning Whiskey

Hi Mr. Will,

How are you? I'm not sure if you still remember me. Do you remember that morning when you approached me and asked if you could join walking along with me? Then we did chat about many things. Your wife, your hometown in California, and you talked about the same things over and over again, and the aroma of alcohol was getting stronger as you spoke more. You talked about how fucked-up your life was, how this life were corrupted, how the local girls were trying so hard to hook-up with you because they thought you were filthy rich.. and many other ugly things. But then suddenly you stopped walking when we reached this quite huge field and pointed at the cloudy red-blue sky as the background of the city skyline, and you said "you know what beautiful is? this is beautiful.." and you said that many things around us are beautiful, but companies and governments made people loosing their sense of beauty. And everything become ugly and shitty. You said that you wished you had a book that contains all of the answers of life, like kind of a manual to live. You wished you had it and gave it to me. I didn't know what to respond and I offered you my pray, but you refused it and told me to take care of myself and also people around me, people that I love. You left with stagger steps. I just hoped that you would reach home safely. Do you remember any of that?

That time I said to myself how awful people are when they are drunk. But you know what, I drank quite plenty of alcohol last week. 2 glasses of wine, 2 cans of beer, and one glass of vodka (with sprite) I took. It was quite tough for me because I've never got drunk before. I said to myself "welcome to the adulthood..!". I enjoyed it though; felt happy, left behind my problems for awhile and had so much fun with friends. I started to understand why people actually need alcohol. . Maybe when people drunk, they can gain their sense of beauty back, they are happy regardless of how hard their situation are. I really wish I could have some of those liquors again right now.

Well, maybe we can drink together next time mr. Will, and talk about the bitter-sweet taste of life. It's gonna be fun. Take care!


(you don't remember my name, do you?)

Thursday, January 5, 2012

The Good Old Fucking Days

there is a time to laugh and there is a time to mourn. there is a time to hug and there is a time to let go. there is a time to run and there is a time to crawl. there is a time to share and there is a time to keep. there is a time to lay and there is a time to stand up tall. there is a time to sing and there is a time to cry. there is a time to give birth and there is a time to die. there is a time to hope and there is a time to give-up. there is a time to wait and there is a time to fuck-things-up. there is a time to pray and there is a time to curse. there is a time to listen and there is a time to scream. there is a time to see and there is a time to ignore. for everything has its own time.

Monday, January 17, 2011

The Bus Captain and The Girl (with attitude)

gheeezz..!! I just had the longest weekend in this city!.. had the massive fun but then got my body fatigued in return! and this morning the bed was so very very very mmmphhh.. you know.. it's like mmmmmhhhh...pppffffftttt...ooough yessssss!.. it was sooooooo... oooh God!! you know exactly what I mean don't you?.. well anyway, I managed to get up and did my morning ritual things, and bla bla bla..and got my heels hit the road.. and God provided me my lovely 851 bus just in time! I saw bunch of people were trying to get in to my big sweet lady there..and I got my chance to settle in and stood not far from the entrance steps.but still, there were numbers of people standing behind me. after telling the passengers inside to step further in, the bus captain, who looked much older than my father, stood and shouted to those desperate people around the entrance: "no more please!!no space already..!" (in local accent) instantly I heard a girl standing on the step where the door will be closed shouted back "I don't believe!" (also in local accent)her voice was so gentle yet sounds so cynical..she continued murmuring with his male friend who managed to stood next to the tap machine, and she sounded irritated even more when the bus captain replied "tap your card first, or we're not going!"the girl handed her card to her friend for tapping. when the door was about to be closed, the captain said "be careful,don't let the door hit your beautiful leg"..."no money to go the hospital, okay!" he continued. the door closed and finally we off.until then I still heard her cursing, I think, judging from her tones.. reaching a quite sharp turning the captain warned "watch out, it's dangerous here..hold on!" and after that was the moment when my ears was so itchy like I never clean them for years: the girl replied: "just shut up and drive!" again it was very gentle and again it was so so damn cynical.. I was amazed and tried to look at the captain who amazingly kept his calm.. whoaaa.... then I thought, maybe no need to be so surprised, for I have heard so many times that kindness is a rarity in this city. and maybe this was just one of the thousands of example where seniors were treated so unwell..but then, still, I felt so sorry for the captain, her phrase was easily and calmly spoken..maybe it was okay for the captain, but not for me! try not to judge further more, I desperately hoped that the girl or maybe the other girls or guys will be somehow reminded and then eventually realized that.. how fucking cruel they are! shit!! fuck those ass holes! bitch!!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

The Wind

“..wind is the love we don’t understand but feel..” (William Cullen Byant in Dance With Wind)

That night, the wind came and whispered to me that my life was not mine..

the wind blew me away from all the self conveniences I was searching for,
from all the things I like and I don’t..
from all the insincerity…..the wind blew me away

my life was belong to the others, the wind whispered..

And then the wind took me at once..

The wind showed to me how pleasant it was to see the prisoners stepping out from that space of hopelessness where the sound of cracking bones was so loud and clear in the ears…
and how beautiful it was to see them smiling to the morning sun while embracing the warmth..

and I agreely smiled..

The wind was so real and imaginary at the same time. The wind blew me gently and I flew somehow.. The wind surrounded me and then released me.. I confusedly landed and..

yes… however, it was just the wind in any way.